Page 86 of Wrangled

I’d saved the best for last. “Orgasm control. We’re talking edging, milking, chastity…”

“I see. When you say ‘control’…”

“Particularly prolonging orgasm—or preventing it. Either works.” I peered at him. “Does all that work for you?”

“Yeah, it does. I do have another question, though.” He inhaled deeply. “How often are we going to… play? I mean, there’s the cattle drive next week…”

I reached over and took his hands in mine. “I will take as much time as you can give me. And about the cattle drive… I think you should go too.”

He arched his eyebrows. “Oh?”

I nodded. “There are definite possibilities. I assume you get a tent to yourself?”

“Yes.” That one syllable was edged with caution.

I smiled. “And when was the last time you were fucked outdoors?”

His mouth fell open. “But…the others…”

“Then you’ll just have to be quiet, won’t you?” I was looking forward to this.

“Jesus.”

I reached under the breakfast bar, seeking his crotch. What I found left little doubt that despite his protestations, Robert liked the idea.

He groaned as I gave his hard cock a gentle squeeze. “Am I allowed a single request?”

“Of course. And if I like the idea, you might even get to experience it.” There was very little I wouldn’t consider doing.

“Rimming.”

Heat surged through me. “Oh, I think that’ll be on the menu. And maybe I should point out that in addition to those varying shades of kink, there will also be a lot of fucking.” I still had a hold of his dick, and he squirmed.

“Okay,” he croaked.

I let go and leaned back. “You and I need to go into Bozeman later today, if you can spare the time.” I’d checked up on the clinic, relieved to see there was walk-in testing. I’d also found a store that might prove useful.

“Before we do that…” Robert’s breathing quickened. “There’s something I’d like to do. Actually, Ineedto do it.”

“Okay.” Whatever it was clearly mattered to him.

“Can… can we go to the cabin?”

I cocked my head. “‘We’?” Not that I minded, but I was curious as to his motives.

He squared his shoulders. “I have to go there, but I don’t want to do it alone.”

A-ha.“I take it we’re going inside?”

He nodded.

I didn’t ask why—but I could guess.

Robert wanted to bid farewell to his past, and the least I could do was be there for him, seeing as I wanted to be part of his future—a future I hadn’t spoken of yet.

Maybe a visit to the cabin needed to come first.

Chapter Nineteen

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